Previous wars make billionaires out of millionaires,Todays wars make trilionaires out of billionairesTomorrows wars will fuel generations of hate, generations of hateI'm losing my grip on realityI can not simply agree that we are civilizedActing like this earth is infinite, it's a chessboard of liesThat will generate, stalemate.It will generate stalemate

So yes I've, gone to the hills againSo yes I've, gone away

Money is made when bombs are dropping in AfghanistanAnd when phosphorous falls in Palestine.Hauling weapons out of reprobates.Harming anyone who wants a taste, of disgrace.Who wants a taste, of disgrace.